We stood on a shaky platform
his intentional hands gripped my ocean
The time grown into his hands as veins
excited and aroused of what the moment could only allow
The grave anticipation of what more there was concealed
so quickly, time did not exist
as we had been two bodies of water
joining each other’s curls and curves
no space in between
Not a wall of separation in sight
I had been above myself
He looked into the vast brown body of water I held
drawn to a sense of urgency
to explore me in a new way
Palms holding me, invigorated by what exactly he’d been holding in those hands
Those hands that looked like mine, but a size bigger
Veins of stories that trailed through time
etched into his liveliness
The tensing of his arms, that looked like mine but an inch longer,
held me into his body
with a passionate warmth
that stemmed from his own intrusive thoughts, unshared
his composure relaxed and attentive
We both knew that we would
with only a matter of a sign of willingness
Two brown oceans scurrying through each other
on a flat sheet of rock
that shook from the effervescence
of one’s tenacity to explore the other